My girl, you love me,
But you shouldn't die for me.
No, you're not guilty
That my essence feeds on sins.

My girl, you want me;
But it's just a trick of life.
My karma's filthy,
My samsara stops tonight.

If I were a saint, you would be my bride.

Girl, you are blind;
You don't feel my eerie gaze,
Piercing through your mind,
Reaching you through time and space.
You're mesmerized, 
Acting like a puppet doll;
I have warned you twice,
Yet you've stepped through my black door.

My girl, you're craving 
My cold heart and frozen blood.
Your heat has tamed me,
But the Reaper can't be stopped.

Girl, you're still living;  
Leave me now and don't look back.
The word was given...
My cold scythe won't claim your head.